Wednesday 10 August 2016

Je Suis Épuisée | A Poem

We fall and pray
In the hope 
That someday
The world will be 
Cleaner and free
From the scars,
battle wounds and bruises
That stretch so far
Across its skin.
We will not be losers;
We won't bow down;
We will stand tall
And proud 
Not afraid to 
be torn apart,
to heal our 
broken hearts;
we will rise
from the ashes
of our hopes
so dashed
and claim 
back the world
we thought had 

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